Leon took a deep breath, then exhaled.
It seemed that the mana boost provided by this miniature crystal was already a qualitative change for an ordinary person.
Although he had already expected this and had reaped the benefits of the [Precision Operation Engine], allowing this body to vaguely move toward a higher level.
But…
He truly didn’t expect such a huge feedback in just four days, allowing him to step into the Transcendent Stage.
Leon couldn’t help but sigh and speak: “This Magical Girl indeed has her merits, I admit I slandered her too loudly when I first saw the mission.” “I promise I will never slander her again.” He took a few deep breaths, quickly calming his mind.
In any case, officially stepping into the Transcendent Realm was a huge surprise.
He had originally prepared for a long-term battle, with no gains before the mission settlement, but the appearance of this crystal meant he could “fight to sustain the fight,” allowing his main body to gradually touch the transcendent while conquering the instance.
However, it still seemed a bit of a shame to absorb this crystal so hastily.
If only he could keep it for some research, or test it to see what unique properties it had.
But, that burst of emotion just now…
Leon suddenly fell silent, his expression serious, as he struck a pose.
“Smile, Full marks.” “Fighting Spirit, one hundred percent.” “…” (<ゝω·)~☆ The sequence finished, and nothing happened.
The emotion just now seemed to be a hallucination.
Leon let out a long sigh of relief.
Good, it should just be a residual emotion, not some sort of body snatching.
As your master, I will pass all my lifelong cultivation and memories to you…
Such tropes weren’t even uncommon in novels.
After calming his mind, Leon picked up the old-fashioned cell phone with the paint worn off its buttons and looked at the date.
It had already been four days in reality since he first entered the game.
During these four days, his daily routine hadn’t changed much.
He simply used the time originally spent in class to play the game and review his performance.
The rest of the time was spent as usual: nothing more than sleeping, eating, and light exercise.
This walkthrough process, which took less than 20 attempts and only a minute or two each time, was backed by countless calculations and rehearsals.
The energy spent on it was no less than fighting desperately inside the game.
To ensure the walkthrough wouldn’t be interrupted by other factors, Leon hadn’t even touched his phone for the past few days.
Now, it was time to check the pile of missed calls and text messages.
The phone screen lit up, and several unread messages popped up.
They were from his homeroom teacher.
[Leon, are you feeling any better?
I’ve approved a week’s leave for you.
If you’re still not well, take a few more days to rest.
Health is the foundation of everything!] Leon was an absolute top student.
Not only were his grades excellent, but he also frequently won awards in various sports competitions (for the scholarship).
Moreover, he never skipped class without a good reason, so his leave request this time met with no resistance.
There were also a few messages of concern from classmates, probably because they were anxious about not being able to copy his homework.
But the most frequent messages were from a certain someone.
[Hey!
Why aren’t you replying?] [Are you still alive?] [Something really happened, did it?] [If you’re dead, I’m going to your house for the funeral feast!] [Unbelievable.
Just reply to my message if you’re at home.
I saw your lights on.
You’re too cheap to waste electricity for no reason.] [Are you actually crazy?
You haven’t gone out to buy groceries for four days straight.
Is that little bit you bought last time enough for you to eat?] [I ordered takeout for you and left it at your door.
Remember to eat!] The last message had been sent half an hour ago.
Shayla was still in her usual noisy and rambunctious style, with a strong hint of stalking.
She was either constantly hanging around downstairs or having someone keep an eye on his movements, knowing exactly whether he had gone out or not.
Opening the door, he indeed found a fairly high-end thermal takeout bag placed outside.
Leon casually brought the takeout box placed at the door inside and opened it.
The packaging was a thick thermal bag.
After opening it, there was an extremely low-key yet exquisite three-layer wooden food box inside, looking like it came from one of those old-name private kitchens that required queuing and reservations.
Lifting the lid, the steaming hot aroma instantly wafted into his nose.
The first layer was abalone and braised pork with a bright red glaze, coated in a thick, rich, and glossy sauce.
Under the light, it looked crystal clear, and the fat was trembling, looking like it would melt in the mouth.
The second layer contained stir-fried asparagus and lily bulbs, bright green and tender white.
The bottom layer was a pot of slow-cooked fish maw chicken soup with a clear broth and not a single drop of oil.
Leon touched the rim of the soup pot.
It was actually still hot.
There was also a box of rice beside it.
“…” Normally, the reason Leon chose boiled chicken breast and broccoli was because they were cheap and fast, and could provide most of the nutrition he needed.
Leon didn’t do physique or bodybuilding, so he wasn’t extremely strict about his body fat percentage.
After all, a body fat percentage that was too low would actually reduce various athletic abilities, so he had no inner burden about eating this kind of thing occasionally.
He picked up his chopsticks, placed a piece of braised pork in his mouth, and the soft, chewy, and sweet taste instantly exploded on the tip of his tongue.
The corners of Leon’s mouth curved slightly as he began to eat heartily without the slightest hesitation.
After a few bites, he seemed to remember something.
He put down his chopsticks and took out the small notebook from his pocket, the one that recorded tally marks.
He flipped to the page for “Shayla”.
The densely packed pencil marks on it were startling: 42 tally marks counting the times he had “saved the beauty in distress”.
The last stroke was recorded when he saved her in the alley last time.
Leon picked up a pencil and expressionlessly added another stroke.
Not many people held grudges against Leon.
He usually settled his scores on the spot, so most of the tally marks on the paper represented favors he owed others.
Although “playing the hero saving the beauty” was purely a somewhat twisted interest of Shayla’s, the vast majority of Leon’s “rescues” carried no risk and weren’t enough to merit such a high reward.
In addition, she had helped him save a lot of money by periodically putting those supermarkets on sale just to get him to go out.
Whatever Shayla’s purpose, this had genuinely helped Leon a lot; although he had his own ways of making money, they involved getting mixed up in shady business, which was both dangerous and troublesome.
On an emotional level, a woman with a malfunctioning circuit in her brain was indeed a lot of trouble, but that was a different story if she could post[High Value Quests].
Leon tapped the screen and sent a message: [I’m alive.
Won’t be coming to school for now.
Busy.
Don’t worry.] For someone of his style, a text longer than ten characters that was simply reporting his safety was already far more than what he would normally send.
After replying, Leon went back to enjoying his lavish lunch.